Showing posts with label writing skills. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing skills. Show all posts

Saturday, March 7, 2020

Love for gore...

Over the years, M's fondness for all things Halloween, scare, fright, gore, ghosts, and what not. SHe truly has modeled herself as a mistress of fright.

She wrote this book and not sure if I should worry about her mental and social well being or just applaud her writing skills :)










Sunday, June 30, 2019

Mistress of Fright

Manya has always loved everything Halloween and enjoys scary stories. She now is thoroughly taken by the Goosebumps series. Has also entered the next phase of writing and imagining her own scary stories - they are very spooky, and mostly every one dies in the end! Oops!

Monday, December 3, 2018

Letter to Santa from a minty new 6 year old

(Lesson well learnt: Always have options ready.
Lesson to be learnt: All options need to be practical.
And as for how dot com savvy Santa is - that remains to be seen.
Oh, and also, recess used to be my favorite thing at school too. So many lunch break and cafeteria moments come rushing back!)


Friday, March 9, 2018

#Cheeky Brat and Big Words - COMPROMISE

Manya’s time tested tactic to sneak in screen time - whenever she sees me engrossed in a phone call, she’ll start pestering. And mostly if its a call I cant hang up or put on hold to reason out (read as shout and argue), she knows she can get away with. Who cares if mommy gives a lecture afterwards - those stolen moments are well worth it.
Today was one of those days - I was on a rather long call with customer care (you get the drift), and she started the cajoling - already frustrated with the long wait, I snapped at her. She writes this and hands it over to me. I signal what, and she whispers back with utmost gravity, “Mom, I think you should learn to compromise - you should listen to the lady on the phone and to me too. Can I please watch screen. I’ll switch off when you are done with your call. We all will be happier that way.”
Sigh.
With every passing day, I realize parenting is mostly a compromise between what is best for your child and what is best for your sanity.
(P.s. even though my first instinct was to tell her the correct spelling, I just let her watch “my little Pony” instead)